In the sky up above

Up in StarClan, we say

Live the ones we have loved

Who have now passed away

You will hear now the tale

Of an old warrior whose

Loyalty never failed

When he was sure to lose

Through more leaders than one

He stuck fast to the code

His work never outdone

Never lessened his load

And when faced with a job

He'd never before faced

He did as he was asked

With precision and grace

Though not destined for great

From the day he was born

Whitestorm carried his weight

And his loss shall be mourned